Thinking of Fang Ling’s favorite plum blossom cake when she was a child, she ran to Shenyuan City to choose the seasonings for Fang Ling.

In fact, there are everything on the mountains of Fang family. Even if there is not, as long as she says, someone will prepare everything.

But what Fang Qingmei had to do was a mother's concern for her son, so she chose to come to Shenyuan City by herself.

Fang Qingmei and Xiaodong both put away their cultivation. At this time, they looked like the most ordinary women. Under Fang Qingmei's powerful spiritual sense, they arrived at the largest pastry shop in a blink of an eye.

Choosing the seasoning for making plum blossom cake, Fang Qingmei had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. At this moment, she was no longer the newly promoted Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Fang family, but a mother.

"Haha, Cen Laoliu, I'll bring you two pounds of osmanthus cake!" A voice full of arrogance came from outside.

Fang Qing, who had already put away his spiritual sense, frowned, but ignored the man's intention.

I don’t know how many people in this world have different character. She is just a passerby here. After buying this osmanthus cake, she will never have any contact with this arrogant person.

It is impossible to even meet, what should I do?

The shopkeeper who was recommending osmanthus cake to Fang Qingmei showed a hint of bitterness on his face, and then he said with a smile: "Second Master wants to eat osmanthus cake, so I will just let the servants pass on a message. I'll just send it to you home. I'll ask Second Master to come to you in person."

What came over was a standard playboy. It was the season when everything was withered, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand.

Although his appearance is pretty good, his frivolous steps and blue eyes all indicate that this young man is overly drunk and colored.

Fang Qingmei ignored such people. She quietly chose a few of the best plum blossom cake seasonings and was about to leave.

The young man pretended to be cool and shook the folding fan. He smiled and said to the shopkeeper: "Cen Laoliu, you kid are getting more and more sensible. Second Master, I am passing by you, haha, I remember your kid's skills..."

As the man spoke, his eyes suddenly fell on Fang Qingmei's face. Then he showed a shocking look.

"That... Cen Laoliu counted this lady's things on me." As he spoke, the man even clasped his fists at Fang Qingmei and said, "On the Fang Family Fangshi's romance in Xiashenyuan City, may I ask about the name of the lady. Have you ever married?"

This is a standard scene where the evil young man teases a good woman. Fang Qingmei's eyes flashed with anger. You can understand when you look at the man's clothes and dress. This alchemist should be an incompetent child of the ordinary Fang family. The more shameless people are, the more they are, the more they are dressed and behave in a arrogant manner.

She really has no mind to pay attention to such people.

He immediately threw a piece of gold in his hand on the shopkeeper's chopping board. Then he picked up the thing and walked out.

But the Fangshi An suddenly felt strong. He rubbed against Fang Qingmei and leaned over to support the shopkeeper's chopping board with one hand. The other hand subconsciously stretched out, forming a vague embrace posture, and smiled intimately, "Miss, I am the second son of the Fang family, and my father is Fang Jinliang, the city lord of Shenyuan City. As long as you follow me, you will enjoy endless wealth and glory!"

"Hehe. I still have a way to get you two pills of deconstructive pills to keep your face alive. That youth..."

Xiaodong had already arrived near the alchemist shore and said in a deep voice: "Get out!"

As he spoke, the pressure of the foundation-building monk pressed down directly towards the alchemist shore. The alchemist shore saw that it was an ordinary person who had not yet practiced to the seventh level of Qi training. After being pressed, he fell to the ground directly.

"After returning home, ask your father to hit the fifty boards, and then ask him to go to the Ancestral Hall to accept the punishment, otherwise your family will disappear from Shenyuan City!"

While speaking, a purple token appeared in Xiaodong's hand. This token represents the Nascent Soul Ancestor.

The Fang family has only six such tokens, each representing a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

Seeing this token, Fang Shi'an collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud. He said in panic in his mouth: "Ah... Elder... Ah!"

A proud smile appeared on Xiaodong's face. After returning, he must show off his sisters and make them envious.

Fang Qingmei smiled faintly. She didn't care about such things. After all, the gap between Fang Shi'an and her was a bit too big.

However, just as she turned her head and was about to leave, a huge sense of crisis suddenly filled her heart. This sense of crisis was the first time she had encountered it in her life.

She was shocked in her heart, and without thinking, she activated the Nascent Soul in her body, trying to activate her newly obtained Feng Ling Sword and protect her body.

But it was too late! The alchemist shore, which was originally like a pool of mud, suddenly flew out of his hand with five dark green small shuttles and rushed towards Fang Qingmei.

The moment the shuttle flew out, it exploded into thousands of short needles that were thin into cow's hair in the void. The magic power of each needle flashed was no less than the full-strength attack of a Jindan real person.

The needle is like lightning, even if Fang Qingmei is the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, it is a bit difficult to avoid.

At this time, she could only crazily activate the true energy in her body and rely on the strong true energy of the Nascent Soul Ancestor to welcome the attack.

But that strange needle-shaped magic weapon was not something her true energy could resist. In the silence, dozens of short needles rushed into her body.

As these steel needles entered the body, Fang Qingmei felt that dozens of cold power had appeared in his body, instantly sealing dozens of his meridians, allowing his magic power to remain unmoved at all.

And at this moment, a golden thunder hammer appeared in front of the alchemist shore. The thunder hammer flashed with a faint golden thunder lightning. In the flash, it smashed towards Fang Qingmei like a river and sea.

The implicit magic power of this hammer is a bit difficult to handle even if Fang Qingmei is not injured, not to mention that her body has been greatly traumatized.

It is not easy for the Nascent Soul Ancestor to deal with the Nascent Soul Ancestor, but once one side falls into a passive state of death, it is difficult to turn over.

Now, what Fang Qingmei faces is a must-have situation.

Fang Qingmei had no mind and thought about who was going to kill her, and she didn't want to think about who was the one who came here? She crazily activated the Taoist patterns in her body, and a dragon wing appeared behind her.

Walk!

This is Fang Qingmei’s only choice now. As long as she returns to the Fang family, she will be safe.

But the Fang Shian raised the corner of his mouth and waved the folding fan. Countless black mist formed a huge wire mesh, which directly covered Fang Qingmei.

Thunder hammer, black net, wind needle, and the methods of the alchemist shang are different, but they are linked together, forcing Fang Qingmei to the Jedi.

"Boom boom boom!"

The golden thunder repeatedly bombarded Fang Qingmei's body. In just a moment, Fang Qingmei felt her Nascent Soul dying and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

"Go to die!"

The Fangshi Anchen shouted, his hands changed, and a sky-blue big hand suddenly appeared behind Fang Qingmei.

Fang Qingmei moved her body desperately, but the blue palm suddenly turned into dozens of flying swords that day, slashing towards Fang Qingmei's all directions.

All things change from one mind!

The reason why Wanfa Hall is called Wanfa Hall is not that it has ten thousand magic tricks. It is because of his sect-sect-sect-sect-returning techniques.

What is the mystery of the magic method of the Wanfa Temple? No one in the world knows except the Wanfa Hall. However, when the monks who practice the Wanfa Hall who practice the Wanfa Temple in the Wanfa Hall can change the attributes of the magic method at will, it is hard to guard against.

For example, he is dealing with the flame he casts, but it is very likely that the flame will turn into ice in the blink of an eye.

What is even more difficult to guard against is the magic weapon of Wanfatang. Their magic weapon emphasizes change and mind. Many times, it is obviously a giant sword, but when it comes to it, it can change into a rope.

With this strange magic trick, monks from Wanfa Hall can always gain the upper hand when fighting against the enemy.

Even if his cultivation level is one level higher than theirs, he will die under such strange magic tricks as theirs.

Fang Qingmei looked at the oncoming attack and knew in her heart that she had encountered the interception of the Yuanying Ancestor of Wanfatang. If she had not been attacked in her body, she could still insist that the Daofang family came to rescue her, but she didn't know what the needle-like magic weapon that was injected into his body was refined, and now he felt pain all over.

And the true energy of the Nascent Soul was suppressed and could only use one-third of it.

Although the Fang family's bloodline is very powerful, when only one-third of the situation, Fang Qingmei knew that she was definitely not the opponent of the person.

So without any hesitation, Fang Qingmei suddenly reversed the magic trick and rushed towards the dozens of flying swords that were attacking.

The sword light slashed, and Fang Qingmei's body was instantly divided into dozens of ends, and countless blood was sprayed out like a river.

These blood lights instantly turned into a huge winged blood dragon, holding Fang Qingmei's Nascent Soul, and flew towards the sky.

The Fangshi An showed a sneer on his face and said lightly: "I want to leave, it's too late!"

The sound was extremely cold. Along with this sound, the alchemist snatched into the void, and dozens of sword lights turned into a green net, circled towards the huge winged flying dragon.

In the blue net, there was a trace of lightning. Before the blood-colored dragon could reach the blue giant net, several thunder as thick as arms hit the blood-colored winged dragon.

The winged blood dragon sprayed a blood mist towards the thunder, but in just a moment, it was shattered by the thunder.

The winged blood dragon rushing towards the blue net had already instinctively expressed a hint of fear of the net! (To be continued)

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